Dear Justin Letter
Dear Justin,
Some nights I can't help but think about it. When I finally catch myself some silent moments. Some time away from all the chaos in my head. When I sit there and think about us. I see the storm that I just ran through with you, and how I can tell that its still raining. You might tell me that i'm being over dramatic and that i'm making a mountain out of a molehill, but for me this is no smaller than a mountain. I'm broken. I always was and when I met you I was still broken. You didn't fix me, but you managed to hide some of my scars. You helped me hold the pain. Even if it still hurt, you were there to hurt with me. You never let me hurt alone, but then there came a point when the hurt got really bad and you were nowhere in sight. You say you love me but I just cant come to believe that a person that loves another can just leave one stranded like that or treat that person like they mean nothing. I feel as if I fell upon you as a burden. You deserted me, in mid battle. When I would reach out for aid all I heard was shut up or even worse shut the fuck up or nothing at all. I let my walls down for you. I was so positive that no matter what storm and hail I threw at you, you would always be the one person that would never let me down that I could always run to and always felt safe with, Always. I was never perfect, never have been and never will be. Far from it, but I never did anything out of spite. I was just so used to keeping up my shields for protection. For the longest time I was the only one that could keep myself safe then you came along and gave me all this false hope of serenity and peaceful nights. Little did I know, your promises were empty. You didn't mean any of it. Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe your whole heartedly thought you meant it. Maybe you didn't realize I was going to be this much work. This much of a burden. I am now sure of two things: either you never loved me, or the little love you did attain has faded. I'm just positive that its no
Some nights I can't help but think about it. When I finally catch myself some silent moments. Some time away from all the chaos in my head. When I sit there and think about us. I see the storm that I just ran through with you, and how I can tell that its still raining. You might tell me that i'm being over dramatic and that i'm making a mountain out of a molehill, but for me this is no smaller than a mountain. I'm broken. I always was and when I met you I was still broken. You didn't fix me, but you managed to hide some of my scars. You helped me hold the pain. Even if it still hurt, you were there to hurt with me. You never let me hurt alone, but then there came a point when the hurt got really bad and you were nowhere in sight. You say you love me but I just cant come to believe that a person that loves another can just leave one stranded like that or treat that person like they mean nothing. I feel as if I fell upon you as a burden. You deserted me, in mid battle. When I would reach out for aid all I heard was shut up or even worse shut the fuck up or nothing at all. I let my walls down for you. I was so positive that no matter what storm and hail I threw at you, you would always be the one person that would never let me down that I could always run to and always felt safe with, Always. I was never perfect, never have been and never will be. Far from it, but I never did anything out of spite. I was just so used to keeping up my shields for protection. For the longest time I was the only one that could keep myself safe then you came along and gave me all this false hope of serenity and peaceful nights. Little did I know, your promises were empty. You didn't mean any of it. Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe your whole heartedly thought you meant it. Maybe you didn't realize I was going to be this much work. This much of a burden. I am now sure of two things: either you never loved me, or the little love you did attain has faded. I'm just positive that its no